Bwnger456734 of ants

I can see us on the roofs;
We are wafting above them;
You are a red cube;
I am a blue sphere;
My footprints are like a frozen Coriolis force.
Our joy is uncaused,
It cannot take longer than infinity,
which can be found between any two numbers.
The sun is just a door of entrance,
but we do not care about it;
Time had become meaningless.
All I long for is to breathe;
remembering all windows
where you might be behind them
and watching this way.
Did you mention the efficiency?
How can I touch the skin of sarcasm?
We can't grasp each other's fingers,
melted veins made from the sun's pain;
The two dancing shapes on the roofs
laugh and repeat their movements
which always makes them different
from the boiling and unreal air.